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I come bearing fic....

This is part one of four. The next three are written and will be posted soon. I just wanted to torture you and make you wait.

Title: Elemental
Pairing: George/Luna
Other Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Fred/Angelina
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, with sprinkles of Fluff
Word Count: 2897
Warnings: none, but has caused uncontrollable smiling in test subjects.

Part One: Earth

George was alone and walking back to the Burrow when he saw her. It was not the first time that he had seen her. He had seen her hundreds of times, at school, at the Burrow, and occasionally in the village. She was usually with her father in the village, and with Ginny at school and the Burrow. He remembered her for the large lion head hat that she had once worn to a Quidditch game and her random mentions of unknown creatures in DA meetings. But that was years ago, George thought. That was long before, before many things. And he had of course seen her when she was alone. She had often been alone at school he suddenly remembered.

What was different today was that he was alone. He was alone more often these days. Fred was busy courting Angelina and soon he would ask her to marry him. George knew these things about his brother. Being without Fred’s constant company was different, but not as difficult as George once imagined it would be.

And so he was alone on this morning and Luna was walking down the lane as if she were moving in no particular direction. She might have been going home, her house was not far from here or maybe she was headed to the Burrow. She had been there quite often now that the world was more peaceful. She came sometimes to sit in the garden with Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. George found himself wondering what exactly she had done to help Harry that last year. The end of the Second War was not often talked about in George’s boyhood home. Everyone there seemed only to want to savor the day and bask in the glow of a peaceful future well earned.

George understood that desire. He enjoyed the freedom of developing jokes and tricks more than the harried pressure of working on ‘cloak and dagger’ projects in the back room. He wondered for a moment what Luna was looking forward to. She had just finished her seventh year at Hogwarts with Ginny. He noticed, as he began dreaming up possible careers that the odd girl might enjoy, she had stopped and sat down in the grass a few meters from the edge of the dusty lane. She gazed at the horizon for a moment and then leaned back, her long dirty blond hair flung out behind her in the grass.
He thought that he ought to stop and say hello, make sure that she was all right.

His shadow crossed her face as he approached her. George gazed down into those incredibly wide blue eyes, and was suddenly struck with how… perfect she looked there. It was odd, most things about her were, George knew her well enough to know that; but she looked as if she was made to sink into the grassy side of that small hill. Languid, he thought, maybe this is what that word means.

“Hello, George.” Luna stated simply in her dreamy voice. And George smiled down at one of the few people outside of his family who always knew which twin he was at a glance. It was surprising at first that she would be able to see the minute differences that even his mother often missed. “You can sit down if you would like. It won’t bother me.”

“Uh, thanks Luna.” And George found himself settling down in the sun-warmed grass beside her. He gave a half a second’s thought to how strange it would look to anyone who happened to walk by on the lane and see the two of them lounging in the grass in the middle of nowhere, and then laid down next to her anyway. He thought that it was strange to carry on a conversation with someone without seeing the person’s face before speaking. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

“Yes. The clouds are especially nice today,” Luna answered and for once George found that discussing the weather was not going to be seen as a feeble attempt at small talk. “Don’t you think so?”

“Yes,” George had actually taken a moment to look up at the swirling shapes above him before answering and realized that they were actually quite interesting. “They are. I like it when they are moving quickly. They change shape more often.” He wasn’t really sure why he had said it.

It would have embarrassed him to admit that he rather enjoyed watching clouds in any other than present company. But Luna was different, from what he knew of her she would not think twice about a twenty-something year old bloke saying that he liked watching clouds. She might even find it attractive, he mused to himself. George wasn’t quite sure what a girl like Luna would find attractive in a man. She seemed to like to laugh, at least she laughed a great deal at he and Fred’s jokes. He doubted that she was the type to go for looks alone. She seemed to see everything a bit differently, he reasoned to himself.

George blinked, why was he wondering what Luna found attractive? Why was he wondering if she might find him attractive? Well, yeah she was a pretty girl in her own way and she did always laugh at his jokes. And she never confused him with Fred. He blinked again and stared up at the sky as Luna pointed out a cloud shaped like a runespoor.

They spent quite some time finding interesting shapes in the clouds. Luna mentioned several animals that George knew he had never studied in Care of Magical Creatures, but he laughed raucously when Luna pointed out the fangs on one that she swore looked exactly like Rufus Scrimgeour. He found one that looked like a dragon and one that he promised Luna looked exactly like Fred had when he first tested the Ton Tongue Toffee on himself.

“Yeah, it is definitely a good day for clouds,” George had stated after following the line of Luna’s arm up to see the wing of a griffin she found. He was rather amazed that he was enjoying himself so much doing something so simple.

“You are used to seeing them closer up, though, from your broom.” It was a statement and George was taken back for a moment that Luna would know that.

“Yeah I suppose it is a bit different, almost like you are moving with them.” George answered, thinking on the many times that he had the wind in his hair and his eyes trained on the clouds, not worrying about Quaffles and Bludgers but just flying.

“I think I would like that,” Luna said her voice drifting over to George on the wind. An image unbidden came to his mind of his arms slipped around Luna’s slim waist and her long blond hair teasingly whipping against him in the wind as they soared above the Burrow. George found himself replying almost instantly.

“Do you have a broom? You could come flying with me anytime,” The words flew out of his mouth and he was glad that they were both watching the clouds because he felt his cheeks begin to burn in anticipation of her response.

“No,” Luna said lazily, and George felt his heart beat quicken, maybe he had said the wrong thing. But then she went on, “I don’t have a broom. They don’t seem to agree with my personal balance. You would think that being a Ravenclaw I would be able to fly wouldn’t you?”

George turned his head in the grass to look at Luna and found her staring back at him with a slow smile creeping onto her lips. He grinned, unable to allow a laugh out of his mouth, but wanting to let her know that he found the humor in her joke. He felt a blush rise up his neck. George had not realized how close they were, how close Luna’s smile was to his, how only a few brave blades of grass stood between his lips and hers. George pulled his gaze up quickly from her mouth and looked back into her wide blue eyes.

“Why don’t you come over to the Burrow later and I can take you up with me?” He realized that he was having difficulty looking away from those eyes. They seemed endless, not a deep blue like water, but a bright airy blue like the sky. “Maybe the brooms will be more agreeable if you aren’t alone.” But George had to look away at that point when he found that he was actually quite anxious about her answer.

“That would be nice,” Luna said in an airy voice that seemed to match the sky as well, and George could tell from the direction of the words that she had turned her focus back to the air above them. “I’d like to be balanced and a bit closer to the clouds.”

“So, I’ll see you later?” George asked as a smile again broke onto his face.

“Oh yes, I’ll be along in a while. I just need to finish up here.” George took that as his cue to stand. He looked down and allowed his gaze to wander quickly along the length of her body stretched so naturally in the grass. He waved at her as he walked the few steps to the dirt of the lane and Luna smiled back. His steps as George made his way back to the Burrow were lighter and he wondered if maybe this was what people meant when they said that they were walking on air. George knew one thing for certain; his head was definitely in the clouds.

***

George found the Burrow mercifully low on occupants when he returned. He dropped off the packages that he had been sent to town for on the table in the kitchen and then wandered towards the back garden. It was a beautiful August day and the anniversary of the end of the Second War was approaching. He and Fred had been working over time for weeks to get the stores of fireworks ready for the event. They had actually finished the last few batches with a couple of days to spare, which was why George was at the Burrow and Fred and Angelina were spending a "night on the town." George had wisely assumed that his brother’s date also included a late night and early morning at the twins’ flat in Diagon Alley, and had considerately vacated the premises promising to slip back completely unnoticed much much later.

The store was in the hands of their very able sales witches and wizards, and Fred stated that he and Angelina would close up shop. George had been anxious, it wasn't very often that he spent whole days away from the store. They always closed for Christmas and they had even closed up shop in honor of Ron and Hermione's wedding day, declaring it a National Weasley Holiday. But somehow spending a quiet day in the country had not seemed right to George when there was so much going on in town. It had felt rather pointless to walk into the village to get pineapples, oranges and lemons for his mother who was preparing for a party later that week to celebrate the one year anniversary of the end of the war. He had felt that there were many better ways that he could have been spending his time, until he saw her that is.

George was starting to linger more and more on the image of Luna astride a broom in front of him than he would have admitted to anyone, when he saw that he was not alone at the Burrow at all. His baby sister and her boyfriend, and most likely very soon to be fiancé, (his siblings were dropping like flies when it came to this matrimony thing lately) were feeding each other strawberries on a blanket in the shade. George decided that feinted retching would be the best way to get their attention, and he proved to be correct. At least his baby sister still had all of her clothes on. George had been nearly scarred for life when his mother sent him to the attic for something over Christmas. He had begged Fred to Obliviate him, but his twin who was so often so loyal, refused and spent half the day laughing his arse off every time Ginny and George were in the same room together.

“Hello, George,” Ginny smiled up as she smashed a particularly juicy strawberry into Harry’s mouth. Harry retaliated by wiping the juice on her not so willing arm, and George just rolled his eyes.

“Hey George,” Harry said as soon as his face was strawberry-free. “Got the day off? Did we miss another wedding? Or is it Christmas again already?” George stared down at Harry at the mention of Christmas, and Harry had the decency to blush.

“No, we finished up the fireworks early and gave ourselves the day off.” George plopped himself down on the blanket and began to help himself to the strawberries.

“So where is your better half, dear brother?” Ginny swatted at his hand in the bowl of fruit. Harry summoned three butterbeers from the house and cracked them open.

“Angelina,” George replied accepting his butterbeer and taking a deep swig realizing that he was rather thirsty after his walk back from the village. And his talk with Luna… Ginny broke his reverie.

“So when Fred gets a better half, what will that make you? The worst quarter?” Harry was smirking and George threw a strawberry at Ginny.

“Watch out little sister; or I will make certain that Mum leaves Fred and I alone with the drinks for the party for at least half and hour…” George waggled his finger menacingly and Ginny just rolled her eyes. “I saw Luna on the way home.” George offered as nonchalantly as he was able. “She coming to the party Friday?”

“Yeah, she and Neville are both coming. She loves parties,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Because they remind her that she has friends,” Ginny finished in an airy voice. George felt a twinge of annoyance at the thought of Luna’s simple, yet genuine appreciation of having people that she could count as friends. He realized that she must not have had many during her school years, until she hooked up with this lot.

“Oh are they, um, together?” George disguised his interest in the answer to this question by throwing a half eaten strawberry into Ginny’s hair. Harry snorted.

“Luna and Neville?” Harry asked in a tone that implied that George was quite dim.

“No,” Ginny chuckled. “She says Neville is too attached to the earth. What ever that means, and besides he is in love with Susan Bones.”

“Really?” Harry broke in amazed. “You didn’t tell me that!”

“I just heard it from Hermione. She is trying to help him get up the guts to ask Susan out.” Ginny took a swig from her butter beer and leaned back against the tree.

“Susan is nice,” Harry said and then added quickly with a grin in Ginny’s direction. “Ugly, but nice.”

“Good Boy Who Lived,” Ginny patted Harry’s head like a puppy and it was George’s turn to roll his eyes. People who were in love were so easily distracted, George thought.

“Is the servicing kit in the broom shed?” George stood up, careful not to tip over the butter beers on the blanket.

“Should be,” Ginny replied now running her hands through Harry’s hair. “You going for a fly?”

“Yeah, Luna is coming over in a bit to go up with me.” George mentioned off handedly as he started to walk away.

“I didn’t think Luna flew on anything but Thestrals,” George heard Harry say questioningly as he walked away.

“She doesn’t,” Ginny answered with a tone of suspicion as George rounded the corner of the house.

George spent the better part of an hour clipping errant twigs and testing the breaking charms and reversers on his broom. It was the one that he had flown at Hogwarts. He and Fred had bought themselves new brooms a few months after opening the joke shop, but he kept this one at the Burrow. He had played his best seasons of Quidditch on this broom and it was the one that he still used in family games. While older, it was reliable and would hold both he and Luna easily.

He was making another pass over the handle with a polish-laden cloth when he heard the unmistakable sound of “Weasley is Our King” being hummed. George looked up to see Luna wending her way towards the Burrow through tall grasses and wild flowers. He suddenly wished that he had a camera so he could see her walk towards him like that over and over again. She seemed so much a part of the scenery and George thought again that she would look wonderful up among the clouds.

He waved at her as she looked in his direction, and Luna allowed a lazy detached smile cross her features as she approached. She stopped midway to the table where he sat and leaned down to pick a flower. She placed it matter-of-factly behind her left ear as her wand was behind her right.

Part Two


X-posted to georgeluna

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( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
almond_joyz
Apr. 11th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC)
“Good Boy Who Lived,” Ginny patted Harry’s head like a puppy...
Awesome awesome line there!

That was so sweet and totally heart-warming. Just the thing I needed today. Thank you!
ladytory
Apr. 11th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
Thanks dear! Glad I could help!!!!

Hope things are looking up.
pan_alchemist
Apr. 11th, 2006 02:51 am (UTC)
Awww.. Tory.
I repeat everything I said in Y!M about this... I love it, I really do!
Well done!
I can't wait for you to post more!
ladytory
Apr. 11th, 2006 02:56 am (UTC)
You are a dear! Love you bunches!!

More is on its way :D

Used my one icon with Harry in it just for you!
miz_tith
Apr. 11th, 2006 05:02 am (UTC)
*stupid big grin on her face*


he he he!
I love love love love it to pieces, can't wait to see you post more!
flipflop_fairy
Apr. 11th, 2006 08:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this. I really needed it after a long night of essay writing. It totally perked me right up. Do you mind if I add youto my friends list? I love all your stories.
ladytory
Apr. 12th, 2006 12:54 am (UTC)
Feel free dear. friends are good to have :D
zuzuanni
Apr. 11th, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
That was excellent. :) It gave me the warm and fuzzies all over.
ladytory
Apr. 12th, 2006 12:55 am (UTC)
Yay I am so glad you liked.
phoenixankaa
Apr. 12th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC)
Absolutely Fluf-underful LT. A ship seemingly ment to be! And I promise not to give away the rest. ;)
manarai
Jan. 20th, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
translation?
Dear LadyTory,
I've been trying to reach you via various contacts available on the web, but either I can't get through, or I don't know what else. So I'm trying it this way. Hope it will work, I created a LJ account for this sole purpose...

Anyway, my humble and extremely polite question is: would you allow me to post and/or archive my Polish translation of "Elemental" at a Polish fanfiction forum? Please please pretty please? The translation is completed and is being beta-read as I write this, so I just can't wait to present your wonderful work to the readers of that forum, and I really would prefer it if you gave me your consent in some form or shape. You will be credited as the author of the story, of course, and a link to the original work will be provided.

Prehaps I should leave a review to goad you into giving me that permission? :) Well, I've translated the story, so I've read every single word of it way more times than is healthy, and it still has this heart-warming, positive air about it. You sketch your characters with delicate lines, yet the final picture is by no means blurry - it's just perfect, Luna as her one-of-a-kind self, George as the more even-tempered troublemaker. The world you showed us in "Elemental" is truly magical :)
My highlights of the story:
- "You're sweet" after the apple-fight,
- the yellow Pygmy Puff (I want that one too!),
- the dialogue about what Luna told her father in Part Four.

Will that be enough? Or perhaps I will have to try other ways... say... I could draw a fanart for you? (Check out some of my works at http://corleinne.deviantart.com )

Please drop me a line and tell me if you agree.

And of course, I'd like to attach the sincerest "GET WELL" wishes :)

Yours,
Barbara
ladytory
Jan. 20th, 2007 01:28 pm (UTC)
Re: translation?
Barbara, I am sorry. I tried to email you back and I guess that the internet doxies ate my reply! I would be honored if you would post your translation. And thank you so much for loving this story enough to do it. Welcome to Live Journal! I hope you find it fun. And if you need to contact me by email in the future please try this address as I use it as my promary email: ladytory@gmail.com

Thanks again for all of your hard work on behalf of George and Luna! :D
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